Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

——On me letting me go out and buy salt, but he brought back a wild man, still the kind of **** body, my inner thoughts.

Xiaoba holding a wooden shovel for cooking, surrounded by azure apron, stood at the entrance and stared at Wen Feng with his hand holding the tuo...

Wang Xiaomao: Well, it's fine, it's still bleeding, it looks very fresh, it should be freshly slaughtered.

Ha ha ----- Wang Xiaomei holding a wooden shovel almost turned his eyes and fainted!

Die, die, die! ! ! !

He watched in horror as the wind blew, and threw the tuo out in disgust, and a hard move on the ground in Wang Xiao-ma's horrified eyes.

Wow! Still alive! ! !

Wang Xiaoma hurriedly threw the wooden shovel, crouched down, trembling with fingers, and poked the blood gourd-like guy carefully.

"Um—don't poke--" The man raised his arm hard.

"Ah, sorry, sorry! Does it hurt? Ambulance ambulance! Call your ambulance as soon as possible! So much blood-brother, hold on!" Wang Xiaoba quickly pulled his finger back and panicked over the apron. Mobile phone in a small pocket.

As a result, he didn't wait for him to make the call, and Wang Xiaoma suddenly remembered something.

"The wind is exhausting..." Wang Xiaolan looked at Wen Fengjin and took out the tissue placed at the entrance, and was carelessly wiping off the blood stains on his hand. He swallowed and said, "This person will not be you Is it like this?"

"If that's the alarm..." I might save the murderer when I came.

"No." Wen Fengjin said, "I picked it up." He finished reaching for his hand, reaching into his pocket and taking something out to Wang Xiaohua.

Wang Xiaoma looked closely, it was a small slap book, which was turned to a certain page, and it was written with crooked and ugly words:

‘Good Guy’s Handbook: When you meet someone who is injured, help. ’

That's Wang Xiaozai's character, and it's also the'Good People Rules' written by Wang Xiaoma for Wen Feng.

Wang Xiao looked at the hand holding the small book with a stunned look, until he squatted down and smelled the bitter fragrance around the tip of his nose.

He said: "I listen to you and save him."

There was no feeling. After looking at Wen Feng's expressionless face, Wang Xiaomei suddenly wanted to reach out and touched Mozun's head in disrespect.

In fact, Wang Wangzi, who is in line with his body, has already done so when he thinks about it. He put his hand on Wenfeng's head and not only touched it back and forth.

He also said: "Xiexi~Xiexi~"

That's good-uh -! ! !

When I came back to God, Wang Xiaoma was ignorant of himself, his claws were stiff, and I said to you, my sister! In the trough, I even touched the wind like a puppy! ! !

Just when Wang Xiaomei thought that he would be opened, at least he would be angry when he heard the wind.

The wind laughed.

He is not that kind of exaggerated grin, but a subtle pursed mouth, like a child who is proud and not expressive, the kind of smile that is proud and happy when he is facing praise, but just does not want you to see it.

As if time and space were disordered, Wang Xiaomei saw the young man who would pounce into his arms after class.

The stiff claws moved again, muttering softly along the silky silver hair.

"Good job, Xiaowenzi."

Wen Dao: ￣へ￣

Wen Feng pursed her lips, holding her lips, and it seemed to be not salty or dull.

Wang Xiaoba rubbed his head and grinned desperately.

After the reward was over, the big bad wolf was suspected of being rewarded. Wang Xiaoba reluctantly lifted up the buddy on the ground so that he could lie down in front of him. Then he quickly went to the kitchen and hit the basin with water to squat down and wipe the sticky blood on the brother.

The smelter Wen, who had small flowers floating on his face, looked at the people on the ground with cold eyes and picked up the salt.

Indifferently said: "Leave him alone, I gave him blood, Xiao ba, I want to drink soup."

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

Hearing such inhumanity, people on the ground wailed a lot, and ‘Oh, oh,’ slowly twisted their bodies.

Wang Xiaoma was startled, and quickly looked down at him.

"You are asking me to kick you out." Wen Feng said coolly with his eyes down.

Alas, the wailing of alas turned into a bang.

The big brother on the ground vividly demonstrated what is so counseling and pitiful.

"Okay." The people on the ground were very acquainted, and Wenfeng nodded with satisfaction. He continued to look at Wang Xiaoba, with a smile on Leng Bingbing's face, "I want to drink soup, Xiao Ba."

There is a bit of gentleness in the coldness, and a sense of coquettishness in the gentleness.

The elder brother lying down: ...It can be said that it is very real.

After wiping for a long time and not wiping out the face of the big brother on the ground, Wang Xiaomei sighed and gave up. After checking that the injury on this person had been cured by Wenfeng’s blood, Wang Xiaomei simply let Wenfeng do it. He picked up warm water in the bathtub.

Hope to soften the blood stains on his body.

then?

Then Wang Xiaoma picked up the rice shovel and went back to stir-fry stew... As for the injured? Stew it first, oh no, soak it first.

But in the end, considering that people might be physically weak now, in order to prevent the other party from performing a drowning in his bathtub, Wang Xiaoya shut the smell and watched the people in the bathroom.

"You are watching him from here for a while, and I will cook."

Closing the door and the humming sounds away, the air-smelling gangster stared at the person in the bathtub with a smile.

That big brother: ... I'm so scared!

Half an hour later, when Wang Xiaoma finished cooking and asked them to come and eat, the person soaked the mud in the bathtub, and his face was exposed.

Wang Xiaomei's eyes widened in surprise: "It's you! Tracking mad!"

The man who has already come alive thanks to choking, nodding awkwardly.

I said how easy it was for Wen Fengjin to give blood to ordinary people. It turned out to be him, Wang Xiaoma thought.

Obviously overwhelmed the man over there and walked into the kitchen to serve the meal. He glanced coldly at the man. The man suddenly became stiff and quickly followed the dog legs.

"I'll take care of me!"

Waiting for the dinner table, Wenfeng took the spoon and drank the soup elegantly, and the brother who was a little awkward and embarrassed was now gulping rice and vegetables into his mouth as if he had not eaten for 800 years.

Originally, I didn't want to let the other party stay for dinner or even go to the table. In his view, he had already obeyed the content of the "small book" to save this man, and there was no need to leave the other party.

"That's the food for me." Wen Feng said.

The fierce look is like a wolf.

"They are all acquaintances, not a pair of chopsticks..." Wang Xiaoma scratched his head as his brother swallowed at the food. The other party's clothes could no longer be worn, so he lent the extra bathrobe to this person , "Okay? Or keep him for dinner."

He smelled the wind and hugged his arms in silence. He walked into the kitchen and took a bowl on the ground: "Then let him eat here."

Wang Xiaoma: "..." Are you a devil in the trough! ?

Wang Xiaomei, who exposed his forehead with green muscles, placed the bowl on the table.

"Just eat here!" You see you bullied others!

The last three people had dinner at the same table, and the wind completely ignored the big brother, and the dumbfounded Wang Xiaomei looked at him as if he was chewing on the food, and suddenly felt that his cooking was superb.

This brother is too good to eat.

He secretly observed each other’s appearance while eating. When he was able to see his face a few times before, he either washed his face and blocked his sight, or looked in the dim alley. Afterwards, he followed himself and heard the wind. It barely reveals the skin.

Wang Xiaoma always felt that his sight was not good, but now he discovered that it was not that the sight was not good at the time, but that this brother was too dark...

Black, that's really black.

It's not the blackness of international friends, it's the kind of natural skin color plus the feeling of being tanned for ten days and a half months.

Wang Xiaoma raised his eyes and looked quietly into the neck of others. Oops, there is also a color inside the neck.

In addition to international friends, some people can naturally become black like this, cattle! Wang Xiao sighed silently.

Seeing this scene, Wen Feng suddenly froze with his eyes, and also followed the critically up and down look at the man eating opposite.

Well, it's not as pretty as I am.

Wenfeng let go of her heart and continued to drink soup, but even if it was not good-looking! Brother can only look at me!

Smash it, with some sour smelling wind in your mouth, put your hand under the table silently, and continue to drink the soup with the light of the wind, and then the hand lightly luck...

Suddenly the man who ate across the face suddenly raised his eyes! It feels like my foot was stepped on by an elephant!

"Cough cough cough--!" He coughed violently.

Wang Xiaoma returned to God and immediately filled him with a bowl of soup, "Have a quick drink and eat so anxiously. What else is in my pot, choking."

"Thank you, thank you." Although I don't know why my feet hurt so suddenly, the man was holding the warm soup in both hands, looking at Wang Xiaozai's concerned eyes and moving them. Don't want it, tearful, said: "You are really a good person, bang bang bang ."

"Hey." Wang Xiaoma rubbed the tip of her nose embarrassedly. "It's nothing, you keep drinking."

"Uh huh!"

"..." Wen Feng withdrew his hands without expression, looking at the soup held by the man. From then on, the number one mobile phone on the blacklist finally ushered in a difficult brother.

...

After eating, the dark-skinned brother actively cleaned up the tableware and rushed to clean the table and wiped the table.

After finishing his work, he was sitting on the sofa and holding Wang Xiaomei's hot tea. He secretly scowled at him and blew his breath.

"Say it." Wang Xiaoma sat in front of him. "What's the matter with you, how can you be hurt to lie in the grass like that?"

The dark-skinned big brother blinked his eyes, which appeared extremely black and white under his skin tone, and whispered, "Thank you for helping me, I... my name is Bai Yu"

"puff!"

Wang Xiaoba shook his whole body with a smile, "Hug, sorry, you continue to say..."

Bai Yu: I know my black and this name are just antonyms, but please give me some respect, please fall!

The white ball-shaped white jade stared at the big dog's eyes, glanced at the smell of wind and counselled it again.

"I'm actually just a college student who just graduated... what I said to you last time is an authentic disciple... I learnt all these things by seeing my grandfather's picture book and taught myself. This line of business was the first time I stared at you that day..."

We met us for the first time. Wang Xiaoba didn't know who had bad luck.

[The author has something to say: Today is the second time, about a little later.

Wait for the insects.

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